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::Bob::Bob was a procrastinator. For years during his childhood his mother would always nag him to make sure things were being done on time, but they never were. His teachers would send notes to his parents telling them that he hadn’t handed in his homework yet and so on. After graduating from college somehow (it took him 7 years), he tried to find purpose in his life. He always felt as if there was something greater for him out there that was just waiting for him to discover it at some point.::Bob::
He would read the morning paper and sip his coffee while browsing through the employment section ready to circle something that would catch h
by ~smokeofthebkeeper
::revolving door::It was always in the mornings that he felt the most disconnected. The sun that warmed his skin made him feel alive and he hated it. His arm snaked over to her side of the bed as if it didn't already know she wasn't there anymore. This was now a pattern that had repeated for the last 2 weeks. Her smell was still on the pillow. That always seemed enough to help him through his work day. Not that he actually did any work. Mostly his body was just instinctively going through the motions. He tried to remember when it started to fall apart. Perhaps it was never really together. She used to lay in bed with him and tangle her nail-bitten fin::revolving door::
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::switch to decaf::she licked the spoon::switch to decaf::
like she was trying to displace the metal invisible saccharine catalyst for a first impression
his eyes watch tonguetip white-knuckled grip on polyester thighs in his head she was bent over the table, begging
whore red painted nails sliding idly over wonderbra brand cleavage nylon knees parted revealing bare lips
blue jeans and a zipper hostage takers a hand inadvertantly rubbing over what can't be freed his cheeks mimic her nails with a gasp
carefully folding stubborn printed tabloid knee jostling metal table, coffe
by ~smokeofthebkeeper
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The mighty KnightHe gallops from the skyline, leading a thousand cabbage heads into the quilted mists. His fishnet gleams as armor from one of father’s old fishing nets and clattering keys, rusted from memory cling like chain-mail under the heavy helmet, or a cooking pot as one might say.The mighty Knight
Listen to the horse's neigh, in the knight’s valiant rage Ah Ha! Nothing behind the first clouded curtain. Such brave eyes aiming over the pouring-spoon.
A gust whips up the sheeted mists raising over the aimed sword and stringy horse mane. Until he too,
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After HoursIt was going to get light soon enough. I looked at the clock slowly; it was 3 in the morning.After Hours
Next to me, he was. Stoned. Stoned out of his mind, no denying that. Two days ago I had hated this boy. I swear, I had. But when you're under the influence of bad weed and vodka things change.
This was not the plan, I thought to myself.
I remembered him next to me. Making out and holding this kid's hand. That was more than a raging round of ‘Spin The Bottle‘, let me tell you. I was dazing to Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin whatever was there; I don't really remember. As long as we were together at that moment; that
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can kiss the person who kissed you!
2- You can't kiss the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- kiss 6 other people
4- You should kiss them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random kisses are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started kissing right away
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do. Bob Dylan
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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I'd take my seat atop the brooklyn bridge with a coke and a bag of chips to watch 1000 lemmings plummet just because the first one slipped.
soz
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